ning, and
quenches his glory in the sea before one realizes the day is gone.

Soon after dark the lookouts began to report lights, and before long we
found ourselves steaming into a fine harbor, which we learned was Port
Antonio.

A delightful feeling of security stole over us. We were at anchor in a
friendly port, the inhabitants of which spoke the same tongue as we did
and sympathized with us. We turned in at the earliest possible moment,
and as we lay in our "elevated folding beds," as "Hay" called them, we
could hear unmistakable shore sounds--the barking of dogs, the crowing
of cocks, and according to some active imaginations, even the bell of a
trolley car.

At one o'clock we were wakened by the call, "All hands on the cat
falls." We slipped out of our "dream bags" with the best grace we could
muster, and went forward to pull up the anchor to its place on the
forecastle deck.

So we gave up the pleasant idea that we were to spend the night
undisturbed, and the guns' crews of the watch on deck made themselves as
comfortable as possible under the circumstances, on their wooden couch
around the guns; viz., the deck.

When the sun rose next morning, we found that land was plainly visible
from the port side, and we soon learned that we were still in Jamaican
waters and would arrive at Montego Bay about ten o'clock.

The programme was carried out to the dot.

The "Yankee" steamed into the beautiful bay, the crew "at quarters," in
honor of the English man-of-war "Indefatigable," which lay at anchor
there, and we had hardly let down our anchor when a fleet of "bumboats"
came chasing out to us.

Though an American warship had never visited this port before, we seemed
to be recognized by these enterprising marine storekeepers as easy prey.

The native "bumboat" is a dugout affair very narrow for its length, and
seemingly so cranky that we marvelled at the size of the sail carried.
They brought fruits of all kinds, and tobacco, so we didn't stop to
criticise their rig, but showed plainly that we were right glad to see
them.

The boatmen and women were all colored people and, like the race the
world over, were most fantastically and gaily clothed. The women wore
bright-hued calico dresses, and brighter bandana handkerchiefs on their
heads. The men wore flaming neckties, gay shirts, and, in some cases,
tall white or gray beaver hats.

The boats were filled with yellow, green, and red fruits and
brightly-colored